Dragon God Supreme

”Boom!”

Before Mo Qingshan’s attack could land, Feng Wuchen’s fist had already smashed into his back. With a thunderous blast, that domineering force blew Mo Qingshan straight out.

”So this is ancient power? What an overbearing power! It actually pierced through my divine armor’s defense!” Mo Qingshan was shocked to the core.

”Boom boom boom!”

A black streak tore across the high heavens, piercing through towering peaks one after another. The mountains collapsed, countless shattered rocks blasting out.

The intense, searing pain spread from his back across his whole body.

”Young Lord!”

The faces of everyone from the Sun and Moon Temple changed drastically, all of them crying out uncontrollably.

Mo Yufeng and the upper echelons also grew secretly apprehensive.

The strength Feng Wuchen had just shown far exceeded their imagination.

Strong! Incredibly strong!

”The Young Lord’s Undying Golden Body is truly terrifying.” Long Qinghun was utterly aghast.

”This also counts as a kind of power amplification. The stronger the fleshly body, the stronger the combat power. That the Young Lord can contend with a One-star Main God—aside from the ancient power and bloodline power, the Undying Golden Body is absolutely crucial.” Long Nitian said.

”Lord Feng hasn’t even brought out a Holy Artifact yet, and he can already stand up to Mo Qingshan? What kind of terrifying strength is this?” Huang Yun was inwardly shaken.

”Boom!”

With a deafening roar, from beneath the distant mountain range a blue mountaintop shot out like a raging bolt. Wherever it passed, towering mountains were obliterated by that terrifying force, the momentum vast and overwhelming.

”Swoosh swoosh swoosh!”

The blue streak flickered left and right, its speed pushed to the absolute limit, so fast it was impossible to see.

The next second, Mo Qingshan suddenly appeared in the air directly above Feng Wuchen’s head, his speed comparable to Instantaneous Movement!

”Divine Art! Nine Revolutions Heavenly Palm!”

Mo Qingshan shouted, his palm condensing a terrifying power. Blazing blue light erupted wildly as he slammed a palm down toward the crown of Feng Wuchen’s head, his strike vicious to the extreme!

Judging from that terrifying posture, if this palm hit, it would definitely turn Feng Wuchen into dust!

”Annihilation Dragon God Palm!”

With a thought, Wu Fire surged forth. Feng Wuchen’s hands rapidly formed seals, then with a fierce shout he thrust out a palm to meet the blow.

”Boom!”

”Buzz buzz!”

The instant the two palms collided head-on, it was like a great earthquake. The terrifying clash of forces swept out with a momentum like mountains collapsing and seas roaring.

”He’s only at the cultivation of an Eight-star God Venerate—there’s no way he can erupt with such terrifying power! I’m at the realm of a One-star Main God!” In that direct clash, Mo Qingshan still failed to suppress Feng Wuchen. His heart turned cold; he simply could not believe it.

”Divine Fire!” Seeing black flames actually spreading over his palm, Mo Qingshan’s expression changed drastically.

At the moment of impact, Mo Qingshan had felt his own power being Devoured. Adding in that eerie black flame, he immediately guessed it was Divine Fire.

Mo Qingshan decisively withdrew his palm imprint, and with a few flickers he opened up some distance from Feng Wuchen.

But how could Feng Wuchen possibly give Mo Qingshan the chance?

Feng Wuchen shot out like lightning. The instant Mo Qingshan came to a stop, Feng Wuchen’s figure had already flashed into place.

”What?” Mo Qingshan’s face changed again, a sense of danger surging in his heart.

”Sky Dragon God Punch!”

Feng Wuchen shouted, his fist bursting with dazzling golden light, shrouded in black flames. He punched straight at Mo Qingshan, the offensive ferocious to the extreme, carrying the aura of destroying heaven and earth.

A point-blank attack.

Mo Qingshan had no way to dodge!

Yet at this moment, the corner of Mo Qingshan’s mouth actually curled into a cruel grin of a scheme succeeding.

”Rumble rumble!”

”Buzz buzz!”

Feng Wuchen’s punch crashed down, the void exploding. Wherever that overbearing, terrifying power passed, the space itself was turned into a vacuum zone.

”Not good!” Feng Wuchen’s expression changed.

”Didn’t you call it a petty trick?” Mo Qingshan’s icy voice rang out. Then his fists clenched as he hammered down viciously from above onto Feng Wuchen’s back.

”Boom!”

”Rumble rumble!”

The terrifying force blasted Feng Wuchen straight down into the mountain range below. The ground shook and split apart, surging up a thousand-zhang cloud of dust.

”What’s going on? He clearly hit Mo Qingshan just now!” Ling Xiaoxiao’s willow brows knit slightly; she couldn’t figure it out.

”Lord Feng hit Mo Qingshan’s clone.” Huang Yun said blandly.

”Clone? Impossible. It was clearly the true body—how did it become a clone?” Blade Soul was absolutely certain that Feng Wuchen had struck Mo Qingshan’s true body.

”He swapped them in an instant. In the use of clones, Mo Qingshan has already reached perfection. His clones are rather special.” Huang Yun said.

”Swapped?” Liu Qingyang and the others were all dumbfounded.

”Boom boom boom!”

”Buzz buzz!”

After blasting Feng Wuchen down, Mo Qingshan immediately unleashed a wild and ferocious offensive. His palms struck out again and again, terrifying palm imprints pouring down like raindrops, explosions thundering non-stop.

”Feng Wuchen, now do you see the gap between us? With just this bit of power, even with ancient power and Divine Fire, you’re still no match for me!” Mo Qingshan shouted, looking completely sure of victory.

”Swoosh!”

”Buzz buzz!”

An incomparably overbearing golden sword radiance shot up from the mountains below, its domineering aura soaring to the sky as though it would split the very space in two.

This was Feng Wuchen’s response!

”His power increased!” Mo Qingshan frowned slightly.

Mo Qingshan reached out and grasped across the air, summoning a top-grade Divine Sword. His right hand held the sword before his chest, his left hand formed a sword-finger that slid from bottom to top along the blade.

”Bing Jie!” Mo Qingshan shouted coldly. The sword’s blue radiance exploded, and a sky-piercing Sword Intent surged upward. An incomparably terrifying power erupted from the Divine Sword.

”Feng Wuchen, I’ll show you right now just how pathetic you are before me. All those so-called achievements of yours aren’t even worth mentioning in front of me!” Mo Qingshan said with icy arrogance.

One sword slashed down.

Feng Wuchen’s sword radiance was split cleanly in two.

And it didn’t stop there!

Mo Qingshan’s figure flashed like lightning. In the blink of an eye, he had unleashed over ten thousand sword strikes. The vast, overbearing golden sword radiance was actually chopped into countless pieces by him.

That’s right! The domineering sword radiance power of Feng Wuchen was shattered into fragments by Mo Qingshan in an instant!

”Th-this... how is this possible! Did I see that wrong?” Everyone’s faces were filled with shock and disbelief.

”His sword is so fast!” Gu Yuan was shaken to the core.

”Not only fast—at the instant he strikes, his power doubles in a terrifying surge! This isn’t a Sword technique of the Sun and Moon Temple.” The Divine Monkey Tribe’s Clan Leader, Lei Tianyan, said, inwardly astonished.

”Jinghong Phantom Sword Art.” Ye Jianying said.

”What? The Jinghong Phantom Sword Art? Wasn’t that lost?” Everyone from Mie Di’s side turned, shocked, to look at Ye Jianying.

”It was indeed lost, but what Mo Qingshan just used is definitely the Jinghong Phantom Sword Art, and it’s the eighth form. I don’t know how it ended up in Mo Qingshan’s hands either.” Ye Jianying shook his head.

”Master, is this Jinghong Phantom Sword Art really that powerful?” Yang Meier asked curiously.

For it to shock old powerhouses like Mie Di and the others from the Seven Divine Realms, the Jinghong Phantom Sword Art was clearly extremely terrifying.

Ye Jianying shook his head, then after a brief silence said, ”You can’t describe it as powerful. The Jinghong Phantom Sword Art should be described as invincible.”

Mie Di and the others did not refute him.

Because what Ye Jianying said was the truth.

”Invincible!” Liu Qingyang and the others’ eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, incomparably shaken.